[Emerald Forest – Cliff Side]

If someone were to watch Ozpin and Glynda as the Initiation went on, by the time Jaune had decided to make Nevermore shish-kebab, they'd seen them having fallen over laughing. Glynda, of all people, was currently unconscious due to fainting after Jaune's third death and resurrection. Ozpin, however? Well, he was currently sipping on his coffee with one hand, the other holding onto the scroll, video playing from the live recording.

And if one could see into his head, which we can, one would be hearing him humming Yakkity Sax to himself as he watched one Jaune Arc proceed to chase a Deathstalker back and forth through the underbrush. Ozpin smirked, taking another sip of his coffee. An immortal Arc? Now that was interesting. The fact that he was capable of performing utterly incredible feats was only icing on the cake. This year was turning out to be the best one yet. One immortal badass, seven other beautiful women? It was shipping heaven! The next four years would be the most fun he'd ever had!

As he continued humming Yakkity Sax for himself, his eyes actually widened for a brief moment as he swore for a moment, he saw Jaune actually chasing the Deathstalker while the two of them were on... unicycles?!

[Emerald Forest – Ruins]

Speaking of looking into the heads of others, let's take some time and peek in to the innermost thoughts of seven Beacon students as they watched their fellow student screaming bloody murder as he disappeared and reappeared through the forest trees while chasing a gargantuan Deathstalker, said scorpion-like Grimm giving off screeches of pure terror as it weaved through the woods. Let's start off with Yang, shall we? After all, we'll need some sanity to get us through the seven others...

Dear, sweet Monty Oum! This is impossible! How the hell is he doing this?! He's actually chasing, CHASING a Deathstalker! I've never had Grimm run from me! How is he doing this?! And... god, just look at those abs-no! Focus Yang! This is impossible! Who has he been trained by?! Ozpin himself? I'd say Uncle Qrow, but, to be fair, he hasn't mentioned anything except going on and on about 'readers' and 'reviews' so I doubt that. This is... unbelievable! Honestly, I'm kind of jealous of Pyrrha, now that I think about it. An immortal, smoking hot, super strong partner? Don't get me wrong, Blake's like nine kinds of hot, but... Yang's gaze followed Jaune's shirtless body as he rattled his sword above his head, screaming something along the lines of using the Deathstalker's tail in some fancy dish, she wasn't paying it too much mind. "He's like twelve different kinds of hot!"

Surprise, and slight arousal, though not surprising coming from someone like Yang. Seeing how her reaction was more or less what one would assume from the given situation, let's, for the sake of entertainment, take a look at some of the less... sane, members of the Beacon group, shall we? Now who to pick... ah, let's go with our wannabe goddess, Pyrrha. That should prove to be an enjoyable time, right?

Strong! Handsome! Perfection in every aspect! Lord Monty, I couldn't have imagined a more fitting husband in all my wildest fantasies! Judging by his complete and utter devastation of the Nevermore, I can only assume that Jaune is a war god! A war god and a goddess of victory? It's too perfect! We're meant to be together! Our fate has already been scribed into the heavens! Oh beloved, you have truly captured my heart! Pyrrha clasped her hands to her bosom, sighing happily as she watched Jaune throwing a rock at the Deathstalker hard enough to once again break the sound barrier and actually pierce through its carapace and cause it to give another earsplitting screech of agony and fear. Now, I should start planning our wedding. Obviously it needs to be a celebration for all of Remnant! I shall have to discuss this with his parentage as well as my own to determine the exact scale of the celebration itself.

Yeah... already planning the wedding. Does that come as any surprise? So while Pyrrha continued to dream about her fantasy wedding that will involve the entire world of Remnant, let's hop over to another person's though process, shall we? We still have six other minds to plumb, and by the time we're finished, we might not want to head back into any of them. With that being said, let's take a look at the living dynamo, the ball of endless energy, cheer and joy, Nora Valkyrie.

... Wow.

That... that's it.

No, that's fine, I wasn't expecting it either. But hey, it takes all kinds, am I right? Well, since we just took a very brief view of Nora's... er... scintillating musings, let's take a look at her opposite, the silent, quick and calm Lie Ren, shall we?

Holy crap, how'd he do that? He just threw a feather at Nevermore and he's chasing around a Deathstalker! A freaking Deathstalker! I wonder how often he trains? Would he train me? I wonder what his thoughts on people from East Vale are. He's got scars on his hands, does he cook? Did he cook those energy bars from earlier? I wonder if he can make pancakes. It'd be easier for me if he could make pancakes because then Nora can finally stop bothering me for five seconds. Does he read often? I should read more often. I don't often have the chance to. Why doesn't he wear armor? What's it like when he dies? Does it hurt? Does he care anymore? Is Ozpin watching this?

...

Somehow this shouldn't come as a surprise.

Well, evidently Ren's mind is a... busy one? Maybe he's too busy thinking to talk normally? No matter the reasons, I think we should shift gears again. Let's take a step back, and gaze into the mind of our adorably cute and dorky reaper, Ruby Rose. Perhaps she'll shed a slightly more sane light upon things in preparation for us having to deal with the two deviants of the group, Weiss and Blake.

I wonder why Crocea Mors keeps making that strange sound... 'Hon hon hon?' What does that even mean? And what's an Eiffel Tower? And a Croissant? Ah well, at least I can understand Crescent Rose! Actually, I wonder why Blake's weapon keeps acting so scared. I mean, I've never met a scared weapon before. It looks so cool though! A sword, gun, and kusarigama? That's just so neato! Although I wonder why it keeps saying that it's 'seen things' and keeps asking for someone to 'put it out of its misery.' Poor Gunswordkusarigama. Maybe it would be happier if Blake switched from a water based weapon lubricant to an oil based weapon lubricant! I know Crescent Rose prefers that! Wow, is Jaune still chasing that Deathstalker? Man, I really wish I had a cookie right now. Ooh, a chocolate chip one! Or a macadamia nut one! Ooh, they all sound so good! I'm getting bored already.

Weapons and cookies. Yep, that's Ruby. Are you surprised in the least? If you are, then why are you reading this? Obviously you don't watch RWBY. Alright, so now that we've seen Ruby, Yang, Ren, Nora and Pyrrha, now we get into the depths of depravity. Let's start off with Weiss first, shall we? That might be a little bit less terrifying that what Blake has to offer us, and at least Weiss has some decent upbringing, so perhaps her thoughts won't be quite so... perverse.

YES! YES! SLAUGHTER IT! PLEASE YOUR QUEEN! For this I shall reward you with a collar with the loveliest of gemstones and my name etched into gold for the tag to remind all who you belong to! When we return to Beacon, I'll make you feel the sting of my love! Bound and gagged, you'll have the lessons I'll teach you etched into that lovely flesh! And should you show me loyalty, you'll find me a lovely and merciful queen, full of love and affection, but should you resist me, the punishment will be most severe! Yes, severe indeed! I believe for your first offense, I'll use the 'Rear Admiral' to, ahem, 'drill' the lesson into him!

Welp, that's about enough of that! I don't know about you, dear reader, but I believe that Jaune might want to start watching his ass from now on, if you know what I mean. So here comes the big one. The one I'm sure you've all been waiting for. The mind behind the attempted Remnant's largest Faunus orgy. The legendary pervert herself, Blake Belladonna. Now, because her mind is so utterly and completely perverse and so utterly and totally sex obsessed, I'm not actually allowed to show you her actual thoughts, or this fic would be banned in at least fifteen states, and in four other countries besides the US. So how will we view Blake's thoughts? Why, through the filter of Blake-o-vision! What is Blake-o-vision™, you ask? Well, let's take a look!

Jaune rushes by, stopping for a few moments in the cool afternoon breeze, the wind ruffling his golden hair as he slowly turns, fixing his sapphire gaze upon Blake's form, and he smiles.

"Blake, my love," he says, running a hand through his hair, showing off his luscious abs, "When I defeat the foul creature, I shall take you away into the depths of this wood, and you and I shall make sweet love until the heavens themselves shall be jealous. I shall taste of your womanhood, and your sweet moans of pleasure will be as music to my ears..."

Blake flutters her eyes, her body heating up as she gazes upon his form, and the only thing her lips can bring forth is a very soft, very sweet, "Nyaaaaa~," as a very happy smile crosses her lips. She is more than ready, but to prepare for her new lover, she turns up her preparation tool, the buzzing like the humming of angels, a choir readying their song for when she and Jaune finally become one...

Yeah, sounds like a really bad bodice ripper, doesn't it? Kind of odd though, that Jaune would stop in the middle of his psychosis fueled rampage to stop and... offer Blake sex? Even more confusing that everyone else hadn't responded! One would assume that Pyrrha would have a few words for our nymphomaniac cat-girl ninja when Jaune offered himself to her, right? Also, wouldn't Jaune's speech be riddled with more swears and obscenities than a drunken sailor with anger management issues? You'd be right on all accounts. So let's actually see what was happening behind the Blake-o-vision shall we?

Jaune rushed by, stopping for a few moments in the afternoon breeze, his chest covered in dried blood from his previous deaths, his hair also matted with dried blood, and his sapphire eyes twitching wrathfully. The young man opens his mouth and gave a scream of garbled gibberish, a series of swears coded in Angrish, and screamed to the sky before he proceeded to rush off after the Deathstalker again, which in turn began screaming even louder in terror, bleeding freely from the lucky hits Jaune got off on it when its running faltered even for a moment.

Blake stared, practically drooling in place as she gazed on Jaune chasing down the Deathstalker back and forth once more and reached down into her thigh-holster, where a pink dial was held, and cranked it up to maximum power, a buzzing now becoming extremely clear to anyone nearby, not that she noticed. Instead, locked within her own delusional perverted fantasy, she simply sighed, slumping forward with a dumb smile and gave a very soft, "Nyaaaa~..."

So...

Yeah.

That was a thing. See now why diving into the depths of another person's psyche is a bad idea? Regardless, we all now know a little bit more of our pieces in this particular play, regardless of whether or not we actually wanted to know that. Now let's get back to the actual happenings in this story, and what is happening outside of everyone's minds...

[Emerald Forest – Ruin Path]

Ruby, Yang, Blake, Weiss, Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren's gazes could be seen following the shirtless blond knight as he rushed back and forth, frothing at the mouth as the Deathstalker crawled as fast as it could away from him, but as the seconds ticked by, they began to realize that the Grimm was actually losing speed steadily.

BZZZZZZZZZZ

"AAGH!" Yang screamed, pulling at her hair in a surprising twist of events, "The buzzing is back and worse! It sounds like a-" she froze, her eyes widening. "For the love of Oum, please tell me none of you are currently wearing what I think you're wearing?"

Ruby cocked her head. "What are you talking about? What's that Crescent? What's a vibrator?"

Yang gave a choked sound. "Ruby! Stop asking your weapons about that sort of thing! And who the hell is wearing that?! Sweet Monty Oum, that's so damned loud! Did you crank it up to eleven? What kind of vibe goes to eleven?!"

Blake shifted positions, her eyes twitching back and forth even as she bit her lip in an attempt to not cry out in ecstasy and give herself away. Pyrrha looked at Nora, who stared back with a big grin, as though she had no idea what was going on. Chances were she probably didn't.

Weiss humphed and crossed her arms. "I do hope you aren't accusing me of such a perverse act! I am a Schnee, and would never stoop to such depravity!"

Yang rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'm sure. I bet you're just so pent up Weiss-cream, just admit it. I'm not one to judge, although I will have to tell you to shut it off as it's driving me nuts, and Ruby is right here!"

"It's not me! I bet it's you, trying to foist the blame off on other people!" Weiss yelled indignantly.

"What's going on guys?" Ruby asked innocently.

Before Yang could tell Ruby off, there was suddenly an extremely loud SQUELCH from the underbrush, and everyone's gazes snapped to the greenery of the forest, wincing. They'd forgotten in their struggle to find the mysterious pervert that neither Jaune nor the Deathstalker had shown back up from the trees, and it became very apparent as to the fate of the anthropoid creature as a loud earsplitting screech was emitted, followed by another sickening SQUELCH noise, the screech dying down into a gurgling squeak. There was more sounds of ripping and tearing, causing everyone to wince repeatedly. Yang suddenly felt ill, Weiss had gone paler than usual and even Pyrrha was looking a little disturbed. This only increased when the sound of evil laughter ghosted in through the trees.

Finally, after a while of the horrific symphony of sound, silence fell over the clearing, save for the exceedingly loud buzzing noise that still seemed to permeate the woods. A shuffle noise emitted from the nearby undergrowth and out stepped Jaune, practically drenched from head to toe in black Grimm blood, and grinning tiredly.

"Welp, problem solved!" His expression was cheerful, if still a little off kilter.

Yang twitched. "Holy Monty Oum, Jaune... who are you?"

Jaune gave a deep sigh and slumped to his knees with a groan. "Who am I? I'm... Jaune Arc. I'm the universe's chew toy."

[Emerald Forest – Cliff Face]

"Fuck... you... Ozpin..." Jaune's voice could be heard straining as his hand gripped the edge of the cliff, hoisting himself slowly up over the edge.

Sip

"Rude." Ozpin murmured as he gazed down at Jaune. "It appears you've managed to survive the Initiation, despite the impossible."

"What do you mean despite... the..." Jaune trailed off as his face went pale. "You... you saw."

"Of course. I've been watching the entire time. I'd like to have a talk with you in private, if you would." Ozpin quietly explained, the barest ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

Everyone else, having already made their way up the cliff face, stared at Jaune, who's face went through a series of expressions before finally finishing upon a look of resignation. "Obviously. Why wouldn't you? Actually, you know what?" Jaune threw up his hands, "This might be good. I can still pull this off."

Ozpin cocked an eyebrow. "Sorry?"

Jaune shook his head. "It's nothing. Let's get this over with. Here, or your office?" Jaune then turned to the side and frowned. "And what's wrong with her?" He pointed at the unconscious body of Glynda Goodwitch, sprawled out in the grass.

Ozpin gave a sigh. "The office, Mr. Arc."

"Excuse me, Headmaster!" Weiss spoke up. "Why aren't you making a bigger deal out of this?!" Weiss was twitching, pointing at Jaune. "He's Immortal!"

"Yes, as Ms. Goodwitch and I clearly witnessed." Ozpin explained in a voice in the same tone as someone explaining something extremely obvious and plain.

"B-but... that-that's impossible!" Weiss screamed, stomping a foot down. "Back me up on this!" She screamed at the rest of the group. "And whoever is responsible, stop that accursed buzzing!"

Yang sighed. "I'm going to have to agree with Weiss, you're taking this rather well, Headmaster."

Jaune face palmed, groaning. "Can we please stop talking like I'm not here? I'm immortal, not fucking deaf!"

Blake shifted where she stood, trying her best not to climax in front of everyone even as the buzzing continued. She desperately wanted to grab Jaune and get back to the Beacon dorms to satisfy the urges she'd been having that had only grown stronger the longer she spent in his presence. His strength, beauty and obvious tolerance towards Faunus only stoked the fire within her and she wanted it quenched yesterday.

"W-w-we s-should go b-back to Beacon!" She finished with a small yelp, her cheeks going pink. She was so damned close!

"Mr. Arc and Ms. Belladona both have good points. For now, we should make our way back to Beacon campus. If someone could grab Ms. Goodwitch and follow me to the bullhead?" Ozpin queried, taking another sip of his coffee.

Suddenly Yang's voice shouted, "Not it!"

"Not it!" Ruby added.

A chorus of 'Not it!' rang out over the clearing from all except Jaune, who realized too late what was going on. With a growl and a mutter of swears, Jaune walked to the unconscious blond woman and picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder with all the care and consideration of a very apathetic moving person.

"Today has been the worst day ever... when I'm done with you, Ozpin, I'm going to spend the rest of the day locked in the library. Maybe even get some reading in with you Blake, if you don't mind." He growled.

Unfortunately, Jaune's request was unsurprisingly misconstrued, and Blake, hearing Jaune requesting something far dirtier from her, finally spilled over the edge.

With a loud "NYAAAAAAH~!" She collapsed to her knees, eyes tearing in sheer pleasure as she fell over, twitching on the ground.

Everyone stared down at Blake's twitching form for what seemed like an eternity before the cliff side rang with another chorus of "Not it!" followed by silence, and then;

"Son of a bitch..."

Death Count: 2,039